Presentation 1987, A Poem Ending With Dead Thunder

A castle shuddering with C-sharp major: a lake’s silent, unexplored colors. This little world of a cloister with its churchyards under a diamond-spinning heaven near a forest and a town is identified by a moon-wheel, ready for Christmas snow. Here we can half-rest until one hundred rainstorms of brilliant gold spill onto smoked glass and towns fall into the sun. Such features, part of an ordinary flower, figure in ordinary sonatas, the ones in which Schubert proves his Egyptian roots. Hard to believe her clarinet: It’s getting harder to believe that dream-work should unfold dead thunder.

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Burningword Literary Journal is an international quarterly publication focusing on emerging and established writers of poetry, short fiction, short nonfiction, and photographic artists. Burningword has been published continuously since June 2000.